Maureen Dowd

Washington will miss Gérard Araud, but Gérard Araud will not miss Washington. The capital has too many squirrels, he says, not to mention a squirrelly(...)

The heavens part. The light shines down. The rise in the oceans begins to slow. The world is once more bathed in the mystical glow of a messiah. Our r(...)

First there was Ivana. Then there was Marla. Now comes trouble in paradise with Kim. Last fall, Trump cooed that the North Korean dictator wrote him (...)

It’s a truism in Washington that when politicians say they’re not running so they can spend more time with their families, something else, possibly so(...)

Jeff Bezos understands survival instincts. As a hedge-fund refugee, he conjured Amazon, the world’s biggest store, by tapping into our hunter-gathere(...)

After I’d been writing a column for a few years, a male boss gave me a T-shirt depicting the Furies swooping. He didn’t mean it as a compliment. The(...)

When I was in Reykjavik in August, Icelanders were bragging about putting the corrupt bankers who ravaged their economy in prison. In the US, it works(...)

Michelle Obama’s Becoming narrates the remarkable rise of its author from shoebox apartment on Chicago’s south side through Ivy League undergrad and g(...)

As we fantasise about a parallel universe, where America is not a joke and our president cares about other human beings, the same questions keep swirl(...)

I had dinner with Vladimir Putin once. He made me lose my appetite. The then-fledgling president of Russia was polite and smiling at first with me an(...)